The Seahorse Signal
The first note showed up under the seahorse dome in the exhibit hall, which was already strange, because the seahorse dome sits inside a…
The Sage Reverie
Longtime reader from Canada, writing stories when the day job quiets down, in a voice that is a bit rough around the edges. I mostly write in Anal, especially stories built around the morning after and people who work as nannies or similar real-world trades. I read every comment even when I am slow to reply. Hope you find something here worth bookmarking. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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Stories by The Sage Reverie
The Calibration Hour
The last pod slid out of Güzelyurt at 11:40, and I stood there watching it go like it was a boat leaving without me.
Juggling Acts
My name is Bert, I'm thirty-four, and at the start of this story I was pulling shots at an espresso cart on the convention floor of the…
The Rebuilder's Dare
I swung the sledgehammer into the plaster wall and the whole sheet gave up at once.
From the Edge of the Bed
*This one's for the messy mornings where you don't know if you're supposed to stay or go.